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Chapter 10

Spazzing and Meetings

Harry woke up Wednesday afternoon completely unaware of the tragedy that just happened because he had put it off as a nightmare.

That was until he realized he could see fine without his glasses. He glanced into the nearby mirror that just happened to be there. Harry paled drastically when he saw he was still in his disguise of Occultus Levis. Was Serenity's kidnapping real or just a dream?

Harry carefully got off the couch he was oddly on. He left the main room they used for Nundu meetings. 'Why was I in there? Where is everyone?'

'Harry? Are you awake?'

'No I'm thinking to you in my sleep.' Harry would regret snapping when he found out his "dream" was reality.

Harry snuck into Serenity's gold and blue room where Danny was sitting on the floor with his head resting on the mattress.

"What happened?"

Danny looked up at him.

He was a mess. His eyes were blood-shot and slightly puffy like he was crying. 'Whoa… Danny and crying do not belong in the same sentence!'

"It's Wednesday for the record. You were out the rest of yesterday and most of today…" Harry knew something was up. Danny rarely acted like this.

"It wasn't a dream… Serenity was taken by Voldemort, wasn't she?"

Danny looked down and chocked back a sob that desperately wanted to escape. Harry's eyes widened at the tears falling down the normally emotionally strong vampire hybrid.

"He knows. He figured it out. Now he's using everything he learned against us." This was all Danny could choke out before falling down on the floor onto his knees, sobbing for the first time ever in front of Harry.

"I love her. I feel like I'm going to die." Danny was openly weeping because of the pain in his heart was nothing the half-dead teenager had ever experienced before.

'Yep, defiantly out of it… He normally would be too dense to realize what was going on…'

"What does Voldemort want?"

"I don't know. We are supposed to meet him at the Hogheads or else…"

Harry realized that this was in his own hands without any help from any of his friends for the first time. This was the opportunity he has been wanting, yet fearing. Could he do all that was expected of him? Or would he fall on his face and have to live through all the disappointment of letting Voldemort win?

"When?"

Danny threw a crumpled note at the Boy-Who-Lived.

Harry read over the note and cursed in parseltongue. Angry, vivid sparks of lightning shot out of his hand, burning the note to cinders.

Harry left his friend to calm down. Harry knew that the best way for Danny to get out of an abnormal mood was to be alone.

He walked into the shared bedroom and took out the contacts and removed the magically created streaks in his black hair.

Harry sighed as took out his earring while pulling off his shirt.

He changed out of the bloody clothed from the battle—the blood being mainly his own—and attempted to make his hair behave without the help of an elastic.

'Why now?'

Harry closed his eyes while trying to figure out what the heck he was going to do. He needed to have Danny near him to make sure the vampire doesn't do something stupidly reckless.

This seemed impossible with Hogwarts starting in under a month.

He really doubted Dumbledore would allow him to let a heart-broken vampire stay at the learning facility. Unless he didn't know it was Danny…

Harry could barge into the Order's headquarters saying Danny and Serenity had disappeared… Danny could pose as a pet wolf that could be, well, Danny's pet that Harry wanted close because it reminded him of his missing friend and as protection because he was scared!

Since when could Harry make up deceptive plans? Maybe that's why the Sorting Hat wanted him in Slytherin…?

Harry shook himself out of his little daze and yawned.

How could he be tired? He just slept for ever twenty-four hours! Harry never answered that. He fell on the floor, fast asleep.

Voldemort wandered out of his study. He needed to check on a certain guest of his.

The Dark Lord carefully climbed up the many sets of winding stairs where the top floor was. It was the smallest and was the perfect place to place important hostages without angering the people who are being black-mailed or charged a ransom.

It consisted of four rooms: a bedroom, bathroom, small library, and a room with a table to eat.

Voldemort finally reached the final step and walked right into the library where a certain veela was most likely to be.

Sure enough, the girl was there sitting upside down on a chair with a book. Voldemort was forcibly reminded of Dawn when they first met. His wife was slightly eccentric like that.

"What do you want?" the girl that he only knew as Venustas growled. Her now honey eyes flashed. He forgot her real name. Weren't her eyes blue…?

"I took out my contacts if you're wondering."

How did women always do that? It was like they always knew when you were confused.

The female leader of the Nundus glared at him.

Voldemort quickly composed himself, not wanting to show he was slightly intimidated by the teenager in front of him.

"My, oh, my. Aren't you a little feisty thing?" He accentuated little because this girl was tiny when you actually saw her!

The girl mumbled something that to Voldemort sounded like, "You should see the imp Dan corrupted…."

Why did a vampire corrupt a magical creature?

The one time he wanted the feminine brand of ESP to come through, it didn't.

"I really doubt you came up here to point out I'm a shrimp." If she didn't consider herself feisty, Riddle was scared to see what she does.

"You are a blunt person, aren't you?"

The teenager raised an eyebrow in a way that screeched "so?"

"How old are you? I'm curious about who managed to prank Hogwarts of all places?"

"Everyone's a minor 'less some person took an aging potion and didn't tell me. Which for some odd reason I doubt because the only person able to make potions is Harry and he sucks at it," the girl snapped in all her smartass-ness and bluntness. This girl was a smartass, blunt, sarcastic, to-the-point, and way-too-smart-for-her-own-good.

'Wait… A bunch of children has been the ones wrecking havoc on the magical world?'

"Are you trying to catch bugs? There are better ways than leaving your mouth open…" He immediately closed his mouth.

"I thought you went all snaky like a billion years ago… Is that why you were trying to catch bugs? Huh, huh, huh?" He suddenly remembered her name was Serenity. She was insane!

"Where ever did that come from, child?"

"HEY! I'm fifteen. I'm not a child. I'm the mature one according to the two morons who comes up with the weird stuff."

Voldemort raised his eyebrow. 'Yeah…defiantly not a child… The pout and whine tell me something different…'

He rolled his eyes and left. 'Note to self,' he started to think when he saw what was left of Serenity's lunch, 'tell house elves to limit sugar…'

Voldemort gave a yawn. He glanced at a conveniently place clock and saw he had time to take a nap.

He headed to Dawn's and his bedroom and laid down on the bed.

Soon, he welcomed the darkness of sleep.

Or, not…

"Not again," Potter moaned.

"Why are you taking a nap in the afternoon, Potter?"

"I didn't… I dropped unconscious."

"You mean you fainted."

"Maybe…" Potter looked around the place where the two enemies' minds linked suspiciously like something was going to pop up and jabber away all his secrets.

"Hey… Why are YOU taking a nap, Voldie?"

Voldemort closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"Potter, you haven't been hitting the fire-whiskey again, have you?"

Riddle inwardly smirked at the younger wizard's reaction.

"Who told you that!"

"A little raven."

"I really hate her sometimes…" was mumbled under the boy's breath.

"Out of curiosity, why did your people go on a pranking spree two days ago?"

"It was only four of us for the record. Me, Ren, that munchkin that has been corrupted by Dan, and Dan. We were bored and it was my birthday. That's the best excuse we have ever came up with."

"Nice grammar, Potter."

"Shut up."

"Is that any way to treat your elders?"

"Hypocrite."

"I'm your elder; I don't have to go through your lecturing."

"What about Dumbles? You don't listen to him."

"Dumbles?"

"Nickname, Danny did it."

"How could the same vampire that nearly killed my right hand be this same person who seems quite immature?"

Potter shrugged his shoulders. "I'm his friend, not his keeper."

"You live with him."

"I know. I blame him for any of my mental problems I may have."

"You are nice."

"I know."

"Hey… Where am I…?" a new voice pondered.

"Danny, why and how are you here?" Potter murmered.

Voldemort spun around and found him inches away from Caligo. Or at least who he thought was Caligo. This boy had dark blue eyes, messy non-streaked hair, but still had the same body type/height.

"Hello, Caligo."

"Where am I? Why are you here? What's going on? Are you real? Did I drink too much again?" This boy, no man, was on the brink of a panic attack it seemed.

"In order… We are at where Voldie and minds' link. I fainted, he fell asleep," at this point Potter jabbed a thumb towards his direction, "I think the link we have did something to the link Voldie and I share and dragged you in, yes I'm real, and you probably did drink too much again and passed out. Ohh… That's a better word than faint. I passed out for some odd reason, not fainted."

"Did you get into mystash again?"

"No!"

"I'm still here you know." As amusing as that was, he was a dark lord and shouldn't be ignored.

"Where did you come from?" The boy was defiantly about to have a mental breakdown… If he knew that Caligo was mentally unstable he might not have even bothered...

"Breathe! Stupid, BREATHE!"

The taller boy took in a deep breath and calmed down slightly.

Voldemort decided to ask if the boys were going to the conference thing the Ministry of Morons set up.

"Are you two going to the conference that the moron running our country set up so he could make money by making it safe for people to go shopping more?"

"What are-"

"you talk-"

"ing a-"

"bout?"

"Don't do that. You don't get the Daily Prophet, do you?"

"No…" Potter replied with question in his eyes.

"Here."

Voldemort threw Harry the paper. He really wanted to know why he needed to read this…

Harry figured it out when he saw the headline.

Minister of Magic Requests Presence of Opposing Sides for Easier Lives

By Rita Skeeter

On August 1, 2006, Minister Fudge gave a nation address about the problems of the war happening as you read this.

He was quoted saying: "The children need school supplies, adults need goods to survive, and many other needs or hard to achieve. I ask for the presence of the leaders of the Order of the Phoenix, the Dark Order, and the Nundus, or Albus Dumbledore, the Dark Lord, Tremo Caligo, Occultus Levis, and Venustas Phoebus if you must. Their presence is wanted on August 12th of this year of 2006 at the Atrium of the Ministry. I am asking for the formation of neutral areas where people can be safe! Thank you. I want this message posted in every newspaper possible for more likely of a chance of them being informed. I once again beg for their presence.

If any of the five mentioned are reading this, please come out and come to the conference. If you care about this world, you should come.

Harry gave a snort at how Fudge was handling this. It was funny sometimes how stupid he was. Why would Voldemort get the Daily Prophet? Why does he actually?

"Why do you get the Daily Prophet?"

"Really, you're a Dark Lord. Aren't you supposed to know everything?"

Voldemort seemed to ignore the boys and went on to another topic.

"Since you two are already here… We are having our little negotiation, now."

Da, da, da, da. Da, da, da, da, DAAAAAA. Da, da, da ,da. Don't ask how I get these ideas in my head...